Novel & Cerita Verbal Humiliation

“You’re embarrassing yourself, Viper.” “Embarrassing?” I laughed wildly, jagged, and a little unhinged. “You four tied me almost naked to a chair in front of strangers while my cunt dripped poison-laced slick down my thighs. You think I’m the embarrassing one? Look at your cocks, boys. All four of you are rock-hard watching a dying woman snarl. That’s pathetic.” I kept cussing until my throat felt like I’d gargled broken glass and battery acid. Every filthy word in Italian, English, and a few dead languages I’d picked up from corpses spilled out of me.

"What's wrong about it? I just informed everyone that I'm still proprietress." "And in the process you humiliated me." He said. I let out a chuckle. "So you do know what humiliation feels like." I cocked. "Where was this reaction when you were prancing around the city with Veronica in your arms? Where was this when you fed the media lies and dragged my name to the mud. Where was this when you accused me of being a gold digging tramp and whore?" I hissed my eyes red with rage.

His jawline became more prominent when he forced pressure on his teeth. "That’s why your illiteracy is all over the place." I didn’t mean to say it in front of him, but that pinch disgusted me. "You didn’t dare say that." His laugh was fake; it was more of a delusion that he was trying to sweep off. He couldn’t believe someone had actually told him the truth. Despite his dominant attire, I’ve done my best to humiliate him.

Dabby: The mere mention of the word humiliated me, causing me to stand up abruptly without even glancing at the person who had uttered it. The sound of their taunting laughter echoed in my mind, driving me almost insane. 'I refuse to be the subject of ridicule again. I refuse.'I repeated inwardly in my mind, as I struggled to focus my blurry eyes. I stumbled and fell again because I stumbled on someone's leg, and I was back to the same spot that I had left minutes ago. I was demeaned over again, and it really hurt my heart so much. All I could ask myself was why Damien was doing that to me.

“I want to verbally humiliate you. I want to call you my little slut, my bitch, my useless toy that only exists to make me come. I want to make you repeat that you’re my puppy, that you beg to lick my pussy because you don’t deserve anything else. I want to see you blush, tremble, get hard just from the words. But… only if you truly want it.” Jaston felt his cock twitch against his stomach. He swallowed hard. “I want it,” he answered, voice hoarse. “A lot. But carefully. If I feel it’s going to the wrong place, I’ll say ‘yellow.’ And you stop immediately.” She nodded and wrote: Soft limits: - Heavy verbal humiliation (slut, bitch, puppy, toy, begging, sexual p

Today, he had become a victim to his own words. Apart from feeling sorry for people like him, she also felt speechless. When the bald man heard these things, he instantly felt humiliated. Suddenly, he felt panicked. What could he be described as? Was this an act of self-sabotage? Did he dig a hole to bury himself in? Right then, the people around him were still talking excitedly… Everyone was waiting for him to make a fool of himself. Xyla looked blandly at everyone. After that, she stood up calmly…

Nic asked, trying to get his temper under control. "Oh, we've done enough talking over the past few months. Hmm, let me see, the many things you've said and done to me. You called me your own personal slut...remember that? You also called me that the night I had gone looking for you, only to find you with another woman. And let's not forget having me disrobe in front of Jimmy and Raymond. Betting me in a fucking pool game. Or letting me know I was worth every penny you paid for me," Veronica said. She tried not to let her voice crack, but she was hurting all over again. This arrogant fucker wouldn't see another tear from her.

He will have no choice but to face it with a movement belittled indifferently, and smiled with an artificial contempt in which he himself did not believe, Then he crawls into his hole, hiding his humiliation His shame. And there, in that foul and putrid pit, our crushed rat lives under that mockery and that contempt, engrossed in Pour out his eternal cold stinging grudge. And he continues for forty years after that abuse in his mind, and imagines the most insignificant details of that contempt, Adding to him in his imagination other details more insulting and humiliating, tormenting himself with that imagined hatred.

“You think because a stranger gave you a kind look today, you’re suddenly irresistible? You’re delusional. You don’t even have a cute body. Not even close to the caliber of women I carry around. And you want to talk back to me? To me?” Serena didn’t reply. She couldn’t. The humiliation was a weight she couldn’t lift. Her teeth chattered, her knees knocked together. The tile was slippery beneath her feet. The air was freezing against her wet skin. All she could do was press herself into the corner, trying to make herself smaller, wishing she could vanish completely. He stepped forward one last time. Leaned close. And spat at her. The phlegm hit her cheek and slid down slowly with the water.

“You mean, you have such a short memory that you forgot what happened the last time you tried to misbehave?” By now, I was quivering like a leaf. “ it was all a misunderstanding. All I did was go dancing, nothing happened with anyone. I swear it.” “Will you keep quiet there!” he shouted, hitting me across the face with the back of his hand, his large insignia piercing my skin. “You are nothing but a hoe. I saw all the videos of you shaking your body like a prostitute, and I heard you allowed that small boy to have sex with you in his car of all places. You are a disgrace!” And with that, he spat on me, a huge ball of saliva hitting me on my cheek, adding to my humiliation. “You should count